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"I spent my Friday night at botanical gardens viewing a blown glass exhibit." Words I thought I'd never hear myself say. At least not before the age of 50. But when fall hands you a night with friends drinking wine and wandering through the darkness with flashlights, you go. And don't ask any questions. For those of you outside of Nash, we spent our night at the Chihuly exhibit at Cheekwood. If you really care, I guess you can Google it or something. Basically, it's a field of dreams for the upper middle aged, upper middle class. Neither of which applies to me. All in all, I had a great time and was truly intrigued by the phallic glass in the center of the park.